Lyrics:
now
Was it ever that simple, used to roll, get pumped like a Pitbull,
Out the way said I ain't got potential, cake walk guess I ain't get the memo
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you
Leave him paralyzed and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
And the snakes came out the grass
They don't realize I'm not confined
Nor trapped by space and time
I am a rebel, an overthrower
Descendant
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la
album
You know, just battling and shit
Used to play ball
Shout out to all the niggas
I killed in Morningside
Mook, you know about that shot in
The middle
as soon as you release your new album im goin to kill myself becasue I hate you
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you pick up the goddamn phone, I think im
Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's goin' down.
My new album ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack
Um uh um uh here we go now
[Hook: x 2]
It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out hear alone, now
Ya'll need to really watch
since I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
kind of far behind on what this album really means
I'm not really sure, I think we're just going to figure it out as we go on
Um, So Ya!
Where's Danica
at AirBnbs, hotels
Trying to make the album
Trying to make When It's Dark Out
And take it there and be great
Dear Gerald, life changed since you dropped
'arassed must be the news
You don't want to be my target picture
With some other girl
I'll rip out you're bitch get out my lane
Like I'm on the M1 carpets
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
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